A Dance With The Reaper

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"You did WHAT????" Tachibana damn near screamed at me, more out of shock than anger. I dont think ive ever heard him raise his voice like that before.

"I joined Bonten." I said, trying to seem calm about it, though inside im still anxious as hell. "Its all to crack this case, I swear. Thats why I need to lay low on the cop stuff for a while, and why I need you to not tell the higher ups."

I saw his eye twitch and he looked like he was going to explode.

"Youre stupid. Like this has to be the dumbest thing you've ever done, and you've done some pretty dumb stuff." He said while pacing.

I shrugged. "Don't worry, I got this. I already have a plan figured out."

My voice doesnt sound as confident as I want it to. All I need is his support on this. I already know how stupid this sounds, it is really stupid. But im doing what I have to.

"You better check in daily! I need to make sure you're alive. Do you know how dangerous this is?? As soon as you get caught thats it from both sides!" Tachibana stopped pacing, and i looked away before we could make eye contact. He's scolding me like im a child.

"Yes, dad. I know." I say with the biggest eye roll i coukd manage. He pinched the bridge of my nose, taking in a deep breath. Clearly he doesnt appreciate my sarcasm at the moment.

"Just be careful." He sighed, leaving my office with new grey hairs.

"Just be careful." I mock once I'm sure hes gone. He treats me like a child. It pisses me off.

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Ah, home at last. Finally. Today had been so busy. Telling Tachibana was hard enough on its own, and on top of that my boss gave me a shit ton of unrelated work to sort through.

They're easier cases because my boss doesnt think im ever cracking the Bonten case. As much as I want to argue and prove him wrong, I cant yet.

I'm very excited to shower, change into some comfortable pajamas, crawl into my bed and-

"Oh for fucks sake!" I huff, throwing my hands up.

"Don't sound so excited to see me, doll."

That stupid grin on his face makes me want to strangle him.

"Get off my bed, Hanma." I basically growl, glaring holes into him. I know how whiney and irritated my voice sounds right now, but I dont care. He didnt listen. Instead, he made a show of getting even more comfortable.

"Nah, I like it here." He said, putting his hands behind his head and stretching out like he owned the place.

"I will stab you." I huff, making him roll his eyes.

"You won't even cum on these sheets, I doubt you want me bleeding on them." He said with a dry scoff.

I feel my face heat up at his lack of a filter.

"I- how do you even know that!?" I huff, resulting in one of his signature smirks.

"I guessed. But good to know, I'll be sure to put a towel down when we-"

I threw my bag at him and he caught it, though he didn't finish his sentence. I was so hoping to hit him right in the face.

"Go on, go take your shower. Mikey wants to see you."

I froze for a second, then realized I completely blanked on the day. Fuck.

I rush to go take my shower and get ready. I cant fuck this up, this is my chance to infiltrate Bonten. I need to be perfect.

I thought about what to wear. Something Hanma said popped into my mind from the night before last. "I dont think Mikey will be very impressed by your tits, piggy."

That probably means I can't seduce him like so many other men like him, and he probably doesnt appreciate his men dressing provocatively. That makes my job harder, but its not like it had been easy so far.

I think to what the men if Bonten wear, the men that matter. Suits. Nice, crisp suits that make them look professional and hide how dangerous they really are, like they are trying to blend in. Though, if that's the case, they wouldn't have such flashy hair colors and their tattoos wouldn't be so visible.

I would do a better job at blending in, and i think thats why the Haitani's want me in their division.

I dont really bother with my hair, aside from brushing it, and put on a suit. Wearing pants after years of only wearing skirts for work feels weird.

This is stupid. I think to myself as I walk back into my room, expecting Hanma to still be laid out on my bed. Instead, I find him going through my nightstand.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?? Get out of there, weirdo!" I huff, storming over to him. Theres personal shit in there! Does he have no boundaries?? Holy shit, he pisses me off.

"Seeing what kind of person you are." He said casually, pulling out a pair of leather cuffs from the drawer. Thats not the worst of whats in there, but it still makes me flush.

I yank them away from him, throwing them back in the drawer and slamming it shut. "Those are for work. Stay out of there!" I say, and he can definitely tell im lying.

"Yeah, sure they are." He said with that stupid grin on his face. "Come on, let's go. You take forever to get ready."